Chapter 85： accident

I don’t know when, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also arrived. Hermione was still wearing the huge mask and knitted hat, but her eyes had turned brown.

This means that she has become more proficient in Light Transfiguration-of course, it may also be the effect of Madam Pomfrey's potion.

Ron took Harry and Hermione, and they hid behind a pillar. He probed his head and said, "Connelly Fudge, Lucius Malfoy, and Rita Skeeter! What day is it, three peskys are here at the same time!"

Harry asked, "Who is Connelly Fudge?"

"He is the Minister of Magic and my dad's boss. But he is a big man. He looks down on my father's job, you know, dealing with Muggle items, etc., has been ignored..." Ron mumbled.

Hermione's eyes were fixed on the woman Rita Skeeter, and she looked carefully at her back.

"That woman is Rita Skeeter? She seems to have terrible taste." Hermione complained about her outfit.

"I agree with you, let me say that Lockhart is better than her in this respect, and she is not without money...Oh, Merlin!" Ron suddenly wailed.

"what's happenin?"

"There, look over there," Ron pointed in the other direction, "Lockhart is also here, and the four peskys are here!"

Sure enough, Harry raised his head and looked at Gildro Lockhart in a gorgeous robe with a charming smile on his face, crossing the little wizard and welcoming Fudge and Lucius.

"He is like a peacock with the screen turned on." Ron's expression was very resisting-he was going to report to Lockhart's office tonight.

Lockhart gave a graceful salute, smiling very brightly, "Minister Fudge, Mr. Malfoy, it's an honor to see you."

Fudge was taken aback for a moment, and then stretched out his hands with a smile on his face, "Hello, Mr. Lockhart, I have read all your books, I must admit that I have gained a lot..."

Lockhart said modestly: "I just did what I was supposed to do, Minister, I can't turn a blind eye to the poor man in trouble."

Fudge said with emotion: "There are not many responsible adventurers like you."

Lockhart wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore stood up and said with a smile: "Fudge, let's take a look at the monster in the secret room first." He waved his wand and made the invisible protective barrier around the basilisk disappear. .

"Oh, Dumbledore, yes, that's right." Fudge squeezed the top hat in his hand. He turned around and ordered the tall, dark-skinned man next to him: "Kingsley, you go check."

The man named Kingsley crossed the railing a few steps and walked to the basilisk, wearing a pair of dragon leather gloves, carefully inspecting the remains of the basilisk.

Felix did not come forward, he saw a familiar figure, the Ravenclaw witch named Luna.

He paced over and stood beside her, "Luna."

"I like the gift you gave, Professor Haipu." Her eyes fixed on Rita Skeeter's jewelry glasses, and she said in a singing voice, "I think she has a bad memory."

"Why do you say that?"

"She regretted leaving some important things at home." Luna said.

Felix looked at Rita Skeeter who kept commanding his assistant to take pictures. He was noncommittal.

"Have you made friends with that little girl with flame-like hair?"

Luna glanced at him in surprise, "We are already friends." She said thoughtfully, "I think the **** doll I gave her played a big role."

"Really!" Felix smacked his lips.

It didn't take long for Kingsley to report to Fudge: "Minister, it's a basilisk, there is no danger."

"Very well, Kingsley." Fudge was about to take a closer look at the basilisk. Before he could take a step, he was stopped by Rita Skeeter's voice.

"Minister Fudge, I think we should take a photo together as the front page of tomorrow." Skeeter said with a smile.

"Oh, of course there is no problem."

Several adults present stood in a row, and Rita Skeeter rushed over and dragged Lockhart aside who had seized the center position, "This is your place!"

Lockhart stood on the edge reluctantly.

"Professor Flitwick?"

Flitwick waved his hand and stepped aside.

"Click!" With a shutter sound, the photo freezes.

Fudge, Dumbledore, Malfoy, Professor McGonagall, Kingsley stood together, with a huge basilisk in the background.

After completing today’s task, a few people stood beside the basilisk, Fudge stepped forward, holding his stomach, and carefully observing the basilisk, “This thing has been at Hogwarts for thousands of years. How does it hide itself? Was found?"

Professor McGonagall explained: “Through the pipelines all over Hogwarts-the school has undergone several renovations, and the internal pipelines are densely packed. Few people can figure out the whole picture, and they have never thoroughly checked it out.”

Fudge didn't speak, and discussed in a low voice with Lucius on the side.

Lockhart also approached, he looked at the basilisk, "It doesn't seem to be difficult to solve, I once encountered a water monster, it can fill half a lake." He tapped with the wand in his hand. The fangs of the basilisk was just about to say a witty remark, but the wand in his hand immediately made a "sizzle" sound, "Oh, my God!" He shook the wand frantically.

The little wizards who watched from the sideline retreated more than ten meters quickly, as if they were fleeing from a famine.

But the Minister of Magic, who was looking down at the head of the basilisk, suffered. A drop of something mixed with saliva and venom was thrown on Fudge's face, causing him to let out an earth-shattering scream.

Lucius Malfoy quickly erected a magical barrier and watched the farce coldly. He maintained the magic and retreated, but just after two steps, he was blocked by a ring of golden light.

Felix didn't know when he raised his wand, "Little wizards, step back."

Several professors are also doing the same thing. The protective magic of Flitwick, McGonagall, and Dumbledore set the center of the courtyard colorful.

Hagrid stretched out his big hand like a puff fan, and with one hand he lifted the fallen little wizard and pushed it away.

But Lucius was the closest to Fudge and Lockhart. He was separated by layers of magic A drop of venom mixed with saliva was thrown on his armor curse. It made a "sizzle" sound.

He shouted palely: "Stop, you idiot!"

Lockhart flicked his wand a few times before realizing what he had done. He stood in front of Fudge in a panic, trying to do something at a loss, "Oh, Minister Fudge, sorry!"

But Fudge's screams became louder and louder, his face became pitch black, and the scope expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The scene is like a mess.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore yelled. He dispelled the magic in front of him. He stepped forward and pressed his wand against Fudge's face. Layers of golden light diffused from the tip of the rod. The black mark stopped.

Dumbledore took a closer look, "There is still need for further treatment, Fudge, I want to take you to the school hospital."

"No, send me to San Mungo! My face is ruined! Guidro Lockhart, I want to put you in Azkaban #￥%&……#&……#" Fudge Mouth There was a series of swear words.

"Oh, my God." Professor McGonagall pursed his lips and stared at Fudge, who was mad, resisting the urge to give him a coma spell. Finally, the Professor of Transfiguration yelled at the little wizards around him: "You, all the little wizards! Get out of here and go to class!"

Little wizards make birds and beasts.

Rita Skeeter grabbed the camera excitedly, and kept pressing the shutter like a cramp. Her mouth was wide open, and her two huge golden teeth gleamed in the sun.

"Look at that woman, I can see her back molars!" Ron, who was hiding by the courtyard pillars, pointed to Rita Skeeter and said, "She can get the big news today!"